"Tell me, what is it you will you do with your one wild and precious life?" ~Mary Oliver


Curiosity...Living the Question 

Here's a taste of me. A 53 minute podcast where I'm interviewed by Dr. Deb. A chance for you to experience me as coach...and to hear me lean in with passion to just a few of the skills I employ on your behalf as coach. Skills available to all! A way of living, really. As I re-listened to it (you know frankly with that little trepidation when you've spoken and it's gone 'live') made me smile. Yup, that's me. Yup, that's what it feels like to be with me. Yup, that's the power of coaching curiosity and conversations...a power available to all! 

So...I invite you to grab a cuppa. Or go for a walk. And listen with an open attuned to juicy possibility! May these 53 minutes nourish you. Open you. Spark your greatness! Enjoy!


Best Mass Loving

Yesterday, when I heard of the terrorist shooting at the LGBT club in Orlando, I found myself thinking..."Someone should do something." Looking around. For others to lead, say, do.

Then, I realized I am that someone.

We all are.

And this morning as we struggle with what is being called the Worst Mass Shooting in our nation's history I thought this. We have a category. We have numbers. For the horrific. For the unimaginable (while we honor that this takes place daily in the nations of our beloved sisters and brothers.) So----what if we claim a new category?

Maybe Best Mass Loving. And we start to tell these stories. Amazing ourselves. Bathe the world with our better angels in charge.

So...instead of Random Acts of Violence...we create Random (as in Surprising, Intentional) Acts of Love. We disarm through love. We take our imPULSE for revenge or an eye for an eye...and we redirect it to something even more imPULSE borne of our hearts that imPULSE of sheer, audacious love in the face of it all. That's Ghandi. That's Buddha. That's Jesus. That's Humans (at our best---this doesn't require's simply what the power and beauty of religion has held up at its best.)

Will you join me? Write. Read. Speak. Act. From love. I don't know what that will look like...but I know it doesn't include judgment, damnation, othering, we-they-knee-jerkiness. includes remembering that we belong to each other. Every single diverse one of us. Everyone. I'm up for that wave. Using the powerful love of water raining down from the mountains. Plug into our inner Martin Luther Kings. Your inner whatever it is that inspires you---and makes you feel more brave, more real, more whole, more alive, more able to risk really loving. Post here. Post on your page. Write with chalk on your sidewalks. With lipstick or dry erase on your windows. Let's roll. Let's be the world we wish to see.

Love, Lynn


Quickie Gratitude

Right here. This powerful wave washes over me.

I love my life.


My next client arrives verdant in all that is being birthed!

The birds chirp.

The sky is that blue that is so blue it defines blue.

Jambox playing new alt folk (my kind of sound).

Distant thrum of the world.

Lemon slice about to slide into the goblet of ice water.

Just sheer gratitude.

And so very thankful...that I know (now) to pause.


Breathe in.

And man, oh man (or woman, oh woman!) receive.

This. Is. My. Life.


Not a luxury...

About 30 years ago. I walked into a fresh, indie flower shop on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, Minnesota. I could feel my pores instantly expanding---saying "Yes!" (do you know that feeling?) Then, the lilting British accent said this: "In the U.S. you think of flowers as a luxury-----in the UK, my mum thinks of them as a necessity." 


I've never forgotten it.

It's easy to think that coaches have it ALL together. All the time. 24/7, baby. Wrapped in juicy perspectives! Fueled by fantastic dreams-vision-action-values-aligned-bold-power-choices. Every single moment of each and every day. Ahem. That's actually not real. It's the guy behind the curtain! And, when you pull it back---you find a human being. Like me. Passionate. A super coach...


A person who sometimes neglects (I don't use this word lightly) to "put my oxygen mask on first" as they wisely say to parents on airplanes. Real people, about to take flight.

Today, the words of Hannah Massarella arrived in my inbox. While she's writing especially for me...her wisdom is spot-on for anyone whose heart beats! I invite you to be juiced by Hannah! (Hannah----we haven't met---but next time I'm in the UK---or better still, YOU are in Colorado----consider yourself invited to the Big Red Couch. We'll make sure to dip in the pine trees or the creek, too!) 

Hannah's Top 5 Tips...

Explore new terrain

Going to a new country gives you an instant alternative perspective. 

Let go with music 

Handing yourself over to music is liberating, it allows your mojo space to move, to dance, to come alive. 

Invest in courses/workshops/retreats

(Yup....this includes coaching!)

Hit nature up good and proper

Nature is where we belong. It nourishes us. 

Read, read, read

Reading continuously drip-feeds the spirit.


"Invest In" absolutely includes hiring a coach!

This is not a luxury.

Your gorgeous responsibility is to tend your life. Nothing more. Nothing less. Notice what's calling your name!! And if it's "I'd like Lynn Young as my coach" well then, by all means go for it!

Simply, email me at It really is that easy! 

Life's too short not to be bold---and go straight towards your heart's desire! 

Here's to your self-development! In whatever form! And mine, too. I think I hear the pine trees out back calling my name!





"I Might Forget and Call You Joy!"

You know those things. The ones that hold you back? We ALL have them. Big. Small. Annoying. Even life-threatening for some. Of course, I'm no different. Precisely 33 years ago, I let go and faced mine. Addiction. Cunning. Baffling. Powerful! There's a big story here (the stuff that books are made of---stay tuned!). But, here's the back story/ upshot for starters:

I had a life that looked really great. Wonderful new husband. Great job I loved in a field that really mattered. Lived in a very cool, old "rowhouse" in a funky neighborhood (just the way I liked it). Even a puppy! 

But---and here's the kicker...

I couldn't feel the happiness. Something was missing. And there was a sticky, repetitive mantra in my head...which went like this...

"Where is the joy?" 

Now, fast forward 33 years. I'm in full-blown recovery. Reaping the rewards. Self discovery, claim, life, hope, serenity, promises...bunches and bunches of possibility and juiciness in every day. The terrain I now live in is super verdant, super rich, and incredibly laced with----you guessed it, JOY!

In fact---I've been known to give hand calligraphed stones (a hobby of mine) to strangers as random acts of kindness---with one word on them. JOY. They are, literally, scattered all over the globe---including on the southernmost tip of the Cape of Africa. 

And in fact---JOY has become my e-signature! Anyone who has written to me by email in the last several years has seen this. So much so that not only do I know where the joy IS, I celebrate it, am grateful for it, live it almost every day (even in the hard stuff---more about that later). And, as a coach, I even have the great, divine privilege of helping people access their very own flavor of joy. The joy that for many, feels missing. (Or, maybe they have intermittent dashes of it---but KNOW in their heart there is more!)

Get the cosmic joke? The girl who went from wondering "Where is the joy?" is now the holder of the joy, the speader of the joy, and even at risk of being mistaken for Joy!

These are the kind of bold, audacious breath-taking life changes and leaps I'm interested in! This is the life that is so, so, possible. Really, right here in this moment. For everyone, I believe. Really----everyone. (Some of the greatest joy has been accessed in surprising places---concentration camps, the lips of prisoners.) 

So this week, when a young woman I'd just met said what she did, you now understand. Life simply doesn't get better than this!

"I might forget and call you Joy!" 

p.s. Did I do ANY of this alone? Not for a minute. I'm surrounded by courageous people who showed up, loved me, supported me, shone the light for me, cheered me---the whole shabang. That's what WE do as humans---we care, struggle, fall down, get up, believe, have hope and approach each moment as the gift of life that it is. I'm thrilled to be one of those welcomers now. And for anyone who might be struggling, hurting, challenged, hitting the wall of their own personal "block" (be it alcohol, drugs, sex, gambling, spending, numbing, eating, trying too hard, working too much, caretaking without ceasing, looking good, endless fear----whatever!) just know three things. You're not alone. There are people waiting to help---you just have to ask. And...

Joy lives on the other side----and is closer than you think!!